Of Cars and Butterflies
Meet Chris. A lean nine year old with short cropped hair, freckles and big, brown eyes. But there is something about his eyes. There is something about the way he behaves, as if he is always afraid. He is lost in his own world, far away from everyone else.
I saw him at an organisation where psychologically distressed victims of abuse often come. The pain in his eyes brought tears to mine. A child so young, yet in so much trauma.
On his first day, he sat very awkwardly in a corner. His voice was barely a whisper in his introduction. He was very restless and felt out of place. As he went forward for the various therapy sessions, I tried to pay more attention to him. I sat with him in art therapy.
He chose his sketch pens and colour pencils very carefully. Grief certainly didn’t consume his imagination or the beautiful dreams in his mind. While he decorated his cards with cars and butterflies, I swear I saw half a smile on his face.
That smile was a pebble, a water drop, a little spark of hope. Strengthening my belief that there’s hope for everything, specially your dreams. ~ @manasigupta_
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